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and pick it up. A wave of relief washes over me. Mama B approves. Or approved. I can't quite keep my tenses straight.
    Your main challenge will be the Cairn Elder, an old werelion by the name of Aurion who is fair minded if a little stuck in his ways. The traditional type. You'll have to make a very strong case to set this new precedent, but I know you'll have what it takes. If he gives you any trouble, remind him of a certain morning in 1963 when he came across me bathing in the Knassatock Stream up in the hills. That should set him straight.
    "My god, Mama B, how did I go my whole life without getting to know you?" My sense of loss is only growing stronger the more I get to know her personality. What a firecracker! I sit back down on the bed.
    Now, in the chest at the foot of my bed is my most important possession, my staff of power. It will help you on your journey to becoming a witch.
    I let out a small scream and drop the letter all over again, leaping off the bed and dancing back toward the window as if the world's biggest spider has just crawled out from under the pillow. A witch? Me? No! I'm not a witch! I wasn't even able to see Paul's betrayal coming until I caught him naked in bed with another woman. What the hell?
    I hug myself tightly. I don't want to be a witch. I like myself just fine the way I am. A sassy, curvy woman with a sharp tongue and a passion for dark chocolate and hot shifter men. A witch? No thank you.
    I stand there for another minute, staring at the letter. It doesn't do anything. I almost want to fold it up and throw it away. Who knew a letter could be so dangerous? But my curiosity gets the better of me. I finally pick it up again.
    It will help you in your journey to becoming a witch. I wish I could have trained you myself, but there is real power in my staff, and it will help guide you in my stead. Be careful. There are many who will wish to steal it. Keep it safe. If it were to fall into the wrong hands, it could become a very dangerous weapon indeed.
    Great. Just great.
    I imagine you have a lot of work to do. Put an ad up in Mindy's General Store for a cook and a maid. Trust me on that one. And Mayor Thrushmore's son will make a fantastic gardener, if Blake proves reluctant. Girl, I wish I was there to see all the changes you're going to make. Have fun. Make Honeycomb Hall your own. Because, after all, it is, isn't it?
    That's the end of the letter. I set it down and shake my head. What a lady. Then something hits me and I pick it back up.
    There's a certain wolf prowling around the premises... I believe he'll be a perfect match... saved him for you.
    My face flushes a bright scarlet. Did she purposely leave Blake trapped here to set me up with him? My god! I feel a surge of guilt and embarrassment. Poor Blake! Is this my responsibility, then? I have to get him out of here. Mama B had no business keeping him prisoner like that. Should I tell him? My heart does a flip. Hell, no, I can't admit that to him. It would only make him hate me. I just have to find a way to help him. Maybe I can find another witch?
    Which reminds me. I march over to the chest and throw it open. There, lying atop a pile of blankets, is a twisted staff of black wood with an honest-to-goodness red crystal clutched at the head. My breath catches in my throat. Witchcraft. Her staff of power. The same staff Blake tried to steal.
    I swallow. How might it help me? Do I want to pick it up? Would that be my first step toward becoming a witch?
    The afternoon sunlight catches in the red crystal and gleams there as if trapped in a glass of wine. All I have to do is pick it up. Mama B clearly wanted me to. A stubborn streak arises within me. Just because she wanted me to become a witch doesn't mean I have to agree. I have a choice. I can choose to remain myself, plain old Rachel Wilder.
    I stare at it for a long minute, and then slowly and deliberately close the chest. The staff can wait.
    Suddenly I really want to head back into